No two line up
just perfect, so fine.
Flavors may be too salty,
leave one dry, parched.
Powders, mixes, crumbs may blend,
but short, not large with flavor.
Vinegar and milk make buttermilk,
butter is cut like paper with two knives.
Using a spoon, stir, drop dough larger
than dumplings onto baking sheet.
Into a heated oven baked until golden,
quickly out, not too brown.
On the table in a round bowl
A dozen drop buttermilk biscuits.
No two are a perfect two,
irregular shapes, yet crowned queens.
No Two Are A Perfect Two
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About the Author
Anna Gall
Anna Gall’s poetry and short stories are published in eMerge, Persimmon Tree, and Flapper Press as well as her poem, Seashells is included in the anthology Dairy Hollow Echo. Anna writes about her preoccupations in Balancing The Seesaw, a short collection of Haiku poems. Anna is a culinary professional. Her first full-length book is a memoir filled with original recipes, poems, and short stories. In edited form, publication is forthcoming. Anna lives in historic St. Charles, Missouri.
